14/21 And you have three hundred a year of your own.' I nodded. 'Oh, Uncle Max, how can one call it home after the dear old rectory, where we were so happy, father, and mother, and Charlie--and--' 'Yes, I know, poor child; and you have had heavy troubles. It cannot be like the old home, I am well aware of that, Ursula; but your aunt is a good woman. I have always found her strictly just. She was your father's only sister: when she offered you a home she promised to treat you with every indulgence, as though you were her own daughter.' 'Aunt Philippa means to be kind,' I said, struggling to repress my tears,--tears always troubled Uncle Max: 'she is kind in her way, and so is Sara. |